The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

With Vester's help, everything started to fall into place.

A few nights later, Darius Archer had to step out for an evening event-finally, the perfect window to put their plan into action.

To assist them, Vester volunteered to attend the gala with Darius, keeping him out

of the way.

That evening, as soon as Citrine and Sebastian received Vester's signal, they moved without hesitation.

Sebastian had already hacked into the estate's security system earlier that morning, disabling every camera on the premises. Wasting no time, they hurried upstairs.

Sebastian had also cracked the code to the locked door in advance, so getting inside was a breeze.

But once they entered, both of them froze.

Across the room, two armed guards stood on patrol. Citrine recognized their uniforms immediately-they matched those worn by the soldiers from Mirage Cay.

Their eyes met in a split second of silent understanding, and they pressed themselves flat against the wall, reacting instinctively.

Citrine turned her head to whisper to Sebastian, "They're armed. You can still back out now."

Sebastian paused, then broke into a grin. "Do you really think I'm the kind to run when things get tough?"

Citrine didn't answer, her gaze locked coldly on the two guards.

"I'll count down from three. On one, we move."

"Understood." Sebastian didn't hesitate for an instant.

Citrine counted under her breath. As she whispered “one,” both she and Sebastian somersaulted across the floor, closing in on the guards.

Citrine and Sebastian struck in perfect unison, knocking the weapons out of their

a gun, pressing the muzzles to

to the safe," Sebastian ordered, voice

whatever you say!" The guards,

down and retrieved a remote control from a hidden gap at the

a glance—a glimmer of triumph flashing in their

was a secret study. The safe was tucked beside

Citrine said, taking the gun from Sebastian and pressing it into the back

knowing every second counted,

the manufacturer's logo—an international brand—he shot a

they

cabinet, grabbed the laptop, and immediately began hacking into the manufacturer's headquarters, searching for a

his impassive expression and asked softly,

murmured, fingers flying across the

minutes ticked by. Only

were

glanced at the screen-it was a message

the documents? Darius Archer is

with one hand, "Arrange a

stuffed her phone back into her pocket just as—click—the

on his way home. We're almost out

the

guards at gunpoint, they hurried

ground floor, the sound of a

face fell.

Sebastian's expression grew tense.

exit and said urgently,

other option, they turned and moved quickly in the